Sooo avant-garde

I went to this really interesting art exhibit the other night.  The artist had lain out a sea of paper as far as you could see.  The pale blue papers had been stamped with different insignias and staggered to create an interesting pattern:

It was hard to walk around and see all of it because of the uneven edges but hey, when is art convenient?  The contrast of white and black on the pale blue was beautiful.  And then I thought, "hey, those look a lot like my wedding invitations.  Weird.".  

And apparently nobody got my last reference.  Ahem, please remember in Fried Green Tomatoes when she wraps herself in saranwrap for her husband?  Thank you.

Tuwanda!

Looks like somebody has been watching too much Fried Green Tomatoes....

Planes, trains and automobiles

I did it.  On a number of days the past couple of weeks I lived up to the planes, trains and automobiles thing.  I have a particular soft spot for the New Jersey train and the scenery it afforded me as I cruised to and from the Newark airport.  

It was part Sleepy Hollow and part Jersey shore and I have never wanted a cannoli more.  Besides my co-workers there was also some nice company seated close by who enjoyed the news along with us that the train before us was being delayed as they waited for the police to come and remove a passenger who had been restrained.  I kind of wished it was our train, but whatever.  They have conductors with little uniforms, hats and everything!  All aboard!  But unfortunately my last Jersey train ride back to the airport was not as relaxing as it should have been.  After the hotel shuttle was late and then the train I was a little nervous about making my flight.  But somehow I ended up in the security line as my plane was beginning to board.  There was a chance.  And then I did something I NEVER wanted to do.

I begged to cut the line.

I know, I know.  I didn't want to.  But I didn't want to miss my flight either.  Normally I would just tail-gate the person in front of me and make really nervous faces and check my phone a lot and look at my ticket over and over until people got the hint.  But I wasn't about to get marooned in Newark.  So I begged and it worked!  Well, kind of.  There was a large group of Indian business men traveling together.  And if I'm being honest, I haven't had the best experience traveling with Indians - or living with them.  I got the feeling that some maybe didn't speak English as they just stared at me and then finally one said "ok, go ahead".  But it got lost in translation somewhere and somehow I ended up in the middle of them.  And maybe they hadn't traveled much, but there was all sorts of confusion at the metal detectors with jewelry and laptops and sport jackets..........  But it finally got sorted out and then I did ANOTHER thing I hate: jog to the gate.  Oh man, thats the worst.  And it didn't help that I had a giant duffle bag, backpack that was bouncing around everywhere.  Running with backpacks is the worst.   Add that to the list of things you can never look cool while doing.  

But I made it.  Barely.  Haven't missed one yet (knock on wood).